While Cassandra was in her mind, Leslie was viewing the world as if in a dream. They felt, rather than heard, people talking, and saw the actions she was making rather than making them. Her senses were dulled, protected by a shimmering gold mist. However, when Cassandra left them, it was like being dunked in cold water and placed in front of the sun.

Leslie gasped, and held her head, the heels of her palms pressing into their eyes and their nails digging into their scalp. Outside her little bubble of pain and light, they heard Rose and the Doctor-Cassandra talking, but couldn't pay attention, too busy trying to organise their mind.

A loud bang sounded, and they heard the diseased people coming towards them, gasping out 'Please's and 'Help's. They heard Cassandra screeching in the Doctor's voice. They blinked, trying to keep their eyes open and mind clear long enough to function.

"What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor, what the hell would he do?"

Leslie's eyes darted around, the double vision almost unbearable. "The ladder," they said, their voice rough, "We've got to get up."

Doctor-Cassandra immediately started climbing, Rose following close behind. They began backing up, right eye closed so that they could see, if only they could see, where was the ladder, where is it-

They found the ladder and pressed themself against it, trying to avoid the grasping hands. But wherever the hands touched them (they should have been infected now, what was going on?) there were only a brief zap of energy, as if they were full of static.

One of the infected fell into them, and they caught them by the shoulders, a rush of energy moving through the two. Leslie gently pushed the woman back before scampering up the ladder so that they couldn't be reached. The woman looked up at her, still as sick as before, but more lucid and focused.

"Are you okay?" Leslie called down.

The woman looked up at them, their eyes clear. "It hurts, but you can fix it, right?"

"I'll need help," Leslie said, "but I'll do my best."

And with that, they followed Rose and Doctor-Cassandra up the ladder, their headache still a vague reminder behind their eyes, but the energy they had felt previously had dissipated, so that was something.

When they reached the pair, the two were trying to get through the doors to the next level. But Cassandra was switching between them, with the Doctor demanding she 'give Rose back' and Rose telling her to 'go into me, for gods sakes'. When Cassandra next switched into Rose, Lez tugged on her leg.

"Just go into me," they said, resigned and annoyed. Is maturity alive?

"I ain't complaining," said Rose-Cassandra, and the energy stream went back into Leslie, and the world became a dream again.

"Not them again," the Doctor growled, "You've damaged their mind enough."

Cassie frowned. "Just open the doors. They're trying to get something done. And also; wow, rude."

The Doctor sonic-ed the door open and they all went into the Ward 26 waiting room.

"This is your last warning, Cassandra." he told Cassie, who upon entering the room had immediately sat down on the floor, her eyes closed.

"What are you doing?" Cassi said to the original occupant of the body, "Oh, I see. No, I don't. What on earth is bio-med? Biomedical science? That seems useful. Can't you just mix it all up? Wait, who's the purple woman? Well, if you kept your mind on task, I wouldn't need to ask. Well, why can't we ask the Doctor? Or Rose?"

The Doctor and Rose shared confused expressions as Cassie kept on with her internal conversation.

"What's with all the worry for Rose all of a sudden? Casualties? What war? How do you know this? Oh, you've only just met her, sure. You can't save all of them. Why do you need that? Fine, fine. This is boring anyway."

Leslie forced their eyes open, pushing themself up off the ground. They rolled their eyes, muttering about thought processes and annoying trampolines.

The other occupants of the room had been watching this exchange with varied levels of caution. The Doctor turned to them, clapped his hands (making them all jump) and started talking.

"So hows it going up here? What's the status?"

Frau Clovis answered him. "There's nothing but silence from the other levels. I think we're the only ones left. And I've been trying to override the quarantine. If I can trip a signal to New New York, they can send a private executive squad."

Leslie turned around. "No, we can't leave. We created this problem, we solve it. Well, you created the problem, but now we're here, so you have a chance of solving it. Doctor, do you have a plan?"

The Doctor grinned: he did have a plan, it seemed. Of course he does, Leslie told themself. It's the Doctor. "Now, there are ten million people in this hospital that we're going to save. Frau Clovis, guess where that puts you?"

"Where?"

"Ten million and one. Everyone else is added on from there! Now, Rose, Novice Hame, everyone! Excuse me, Your Grace. Get intravenous solutions for every single disease. We're mixing up an antidote."

"Wait, what?!" Leslie interrupted. All eyes moved to them, and they faltered, before voicing their thoughts. "Is that really going to work? Think of the different diseases and chemicals in order to combat that disease. Doctor, you're telling me that there won't be any reaction between the solutions?"

The Doctor pondered this for a moment, before nodding, his eyes wide. "You're right. So, you think we should do them one at a time?"

Leslie nodded. "Or we could combine non-reactive solutions. It's not very fast, but if we wash them with water between each solution, it'll work. We just need to get them to calm down." They addressed the room with a smile "So: gather solution, then await further instruction."

When no-one took any action, the Doctor added: "Move it!" and the room was filled with motion. Everyone grabbed drip bags wile the Doctor collected a long piece of heavy silk rope and started hanging it on his body.

He turned to Leslie, his hands in a 'what do you think?' position. They scrutinised him, and nodded, "It'll do. I'm gonna take a break."

They relaxed slightly, and Cassandra returned. "Blimey. Being shoved in a cell at the back of someone's head is not fun." Rose glared at her.

"And what is it you're doing?" she asked Cassandra, hands on her hips. Cassandra rolled her eyes.

"We can fight later. Move, alien boy!"

The Doctor opened the lift doors and moved through them towards the cables. He began working on a wheel to take them down to the lift.

"The lifts aren't working," Cassandra reminded him irritably.

"Not moving. Different thing. Rose, go back and help them, okay? Don't let them do anything drastic," she nodded, and he pulled out his sonic.

"Here we go!" The Doctor put the screwdriver between his teeth and ran for the cables. He jumped, and grabbed them.

"What do you thing you're doing?" Cassandra asked him.

"I'm going down," the Doctor said, "Come on!"

"Not in a million years," Cassandra told him shortly. Leslie's fear of falling had carried on into her, and had been heightened by the trampoline's survival instincts.

"I need another pair of hands. What do you think? If you're so desperate to stay alive, why don't you live a little?"

As Cassie considered this (and thought of a witty retort) Frau Clovis yelled out, "Seal the doors!" and they were trapped.

Sick of the indecision, Leslie pushed for Cassie to join the Doctor and she did so grudgingly.

He grinned, "Going down!"

His improvised wheel worked amazingly. They dropped down to the lift, Cassandra stifling a scream. They dropped down into the lift, Cassandra wobbling slightly while the Doctor agilely moved around.

"Now, listen. When I say so, take hold of that lever," he told Cassandra.

She frowned. "There's still a quarantine down there, we can't," Cassandra pointed out.

The Doctor started taking the drip bags off the silken rope. "Hold that lever!" he demanded. "I'm going to need to do this in the order of severity and reactivity. So, this first..." He descended into mutters.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. The Doctor started ripping some the drips open and pouring the contents into the lift's disinfectant tank. As he did so, he instructed her on what to do.

"Now, that lever's going to resist. But keep it in position. Hold onto it with everything you've got." he emphasised.

"What about you?" Cassandra asked, Leslie's concern leaking through.

"I've got an appointment," he told her with a wink. "The Doctor is in."

And he dropped down into the lift.